Good Intentions

In the realm of a madman's verse
Where thoughts emerge, a universe
A delicate dance of sanity's thread
And the balance of mind where we're led

Amidst the chaos, truth's disguise
Is it madness that blinds our eyes?
Or just a different lens, a skewed view
Where reality shimmers, a distorted hue?

Casting shadows, ideologies entwined
Emotions as facts, in a world unaligned
The masses sipping sweet deceit
Blindly embracing their own defeat

Human destiny, self-wrought decay
Flaws in the mind, lead us astray
Yet we claim divinity, wear it as a crown
While deep-seated sin leaves us to drown

Weakness and corruption, a haunting pair
Consequences avoided with little care
A cup of complacency, sipped with delight
Till the waters boil, and reveal the light

The frog in the pot, wisdom found late
Adaptation denied by a passive state
Fragile psyches shattered by fear's embrace
Good intentions lost in this chaotic space

Our existence squandered, condemned by desire
Trivial pursuits stoking a wasteful fire
Complexities woven into life's fragile art
Obscuring the beauty, clouding every part

Back to the cave, we retreat once more
Rationalizing the shadows that pour
Apathy's grip evident in our gaze
Hopelessness echoing in life's maze

Discomfort blooms in thoughts that persist
Seeking to fathom what we've dismissed
The truest issues, we often evade
Lost in trivialities, a modern charade

In the poetry of madness, stories are spun
A journey through chaos, battles hard-won
Between fractured minds and realities untold
Lies the spectrum of being, where we unfold
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Hitchcock Avatar
August 26, 2023 at 7:37 PM
Thank you so much Tom, sometimes in modernity, it seems as if we’re on the edge of sanity. The world seem crazy and there is nothing we can do. Thank you for your kind words!
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August 27, 2023 at 5:39 AM
Thanks Tom, I was try to respond to you at a red light. Thanks for your comments. I feel like we are in a pot of boiling water and we’re so angry it’s distracting us from the real issues. I’m not sure we will recover without it completely falling apart. Thanks again!
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